Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Monks,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.